

Silver dust on the floor
We don't talk anymore
Only shadows between our hands
I feel the pull of the tide (ooh) Underneath where we hide
Drifting through the pale light
Trying to find you tonight
A quiet way back home (ooh)
Cold space in the dark
Waiting for a spark
Just a whisper across the
room
I feel the pull of the tide
(ooh) Underneath where we hide Drifting through the pale light Trying to
find you tonight
A quiet way back
home (ooh)
Even if the stars go blind
I will keep you in my mind
Walking on a silver line (ooh)
Just a quiet way back